open ♔ november/december socialization

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone! [ota]
WHAT || Shenanigans.
WHERE || Anywhere in the castle, surrounding environs, London, Andres Isle, etc!
WHEN || November & December [backdated]
HOW || Actionspam

[ The castle can be a happening place, even on more mundane days. This log is for random interactions over the course of November and December.

You are encouraged to start your own threads and tag around, and feel free to threadjack into any on-going threads that aren't specified as 'closed' in the subject lines since people can enter into rooms even in the middle of what's going on. WE ARE BIG ON THREAD-JACKING HERE. You can also specify 'single thread', meaning you want only one response for all participants, rather than multi-thread, where a number of different scenes/threads can be done as replies to the top prompt.]

On this log:
Wynn & Section Heads @ Andres/London
Cheryl @ Reception desk
Sam @ Various
Elena @ Andres/London
Drax @ Dragon's Hide Wing
Des @ Pub / Castle
Paige @ Caste Grounds
Grimrot @ the Library
Vi @ Andres
Matt @ Andres/London
Alisha @ bars in London
Cora @ Library/ Castle Grounds
Will @ Castle pond / Hoard wing/ Firing range / Castle grounds
Malina @ Dragon's Fire wing/ kitchen/ bar / castle grounds
Alainn @ Dragon's Fire library / kitchen / Andres
Jordan @ Andres/ London
Sylar @ Kitchen
Logan @ Castle Bars / London
Faith L @ London / kitchen / training room / castle grounds
Dean @ Rose's room / bars / armory / training room/ firing range / kitchen
Rose @ Andres / armory / training room / bedroom
Des & Buffy | Closed
Thea @ Training Room / Castle grounds / kitchen / TV rooms / bars
Sam & Buffy | Closed
Alex @ Firing Range / Airfield / Room / Garage
Failboat @ Breakfast
Alice @ Andres/ London
Sweets @ Dragon's Light Wing
Lydia @ Medical / Training room / etc

Comments

[nothingsodivine]

[she definitely gets the impression- from des anyway- that zarad being RIGHT HERE changes things- that it might have been more a question of fidelity than a total lack of attraction. the sheepish and apologetic look he's giving her pretty much confirms that.

probably explains why he's been so hella awkward about it too.]

It's because someone is a terrible influence. [he jerks his thumb slightly in zarad's direction.]

[fornicator]

[ meanwhile zarad just seems so casually genuine about all this, that it's clear he's just interested in a good time here, alright. ] I prefer to think of it as having expanded your horizons.

[daredtobelieve]

Well- this is hardly a setting for a good game of cards. [At least not if they plan to get naked while they play...]

Perhaps we can buy a bottle of our own to take back to your room?

[This may end terribly but uh- they're both attractive guys and she's been lonely so she could use a distraction with the possibility of a more intimate sort of company.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des has the glazed look of someone who is thinking that maybe he should be more careful right now, but he shakes it off, and looks at Zarad.]

Sounds like a plan.

[fornicator]

My treat. [ he'll go ahead and put in that order, and whip out the cash for it. isn't he a peach. ]

[daredtobelieve]

How kind. [Well, all there is for her to do then is just get up and gather her coat and get that back on.

This is not at all what she thought this night would turn into. Still...not complaining.]

[nothingsodivine]

Just don't laugh. The Holly House is kind of a mess, but it's my mess.

[BUT HE'S ENDEARED TO ITS UTTER SHITTNESS. And I mean have you seen his apartment.]

[fornicator]

Oh no. We are not spending your birthday in the Holly House. We'll go to my hotel. [ you can thank him later, helen ]

[daredtobelieve]

[Actually with her knowledge local of 22 she'll mouth a quick THANK YOU while des isn't looking.]

All decided then. Shall I call a cab?

[nothingsodivine]

I don't think you're gonna need to. [pointed look at Zarad.] You brought her, right? Tell me you brought her.

[fornicator]

[ he winks back at helen over des' head ] You can put your tongue back into your mouth. She's right outside.

[daredtobelieve]

[Looking amused at the exchange (and blushing because o-oh he's winking), Helen heads outside. She doesn't know what this car (she assumes the mysterious she is a car at least) looks like so she'll just stand outside and wait for the boys.]

[nothingsodivine]

[idk what if he wants to put his tongue in your mouth. because that is definitely what's gonna happen here. LESS THAN CHASTE SMOOCHING... and then he pulls back, grinning.] This is why I love you. You're so good to me. [he pats him on the cheek affectionately, and heads towards the door to follow Helen.]

[fornicator]

[ he chuckles into the kiss and then follows them both out, shoving one hand in his pocket to hit the lock button on his keys. the lights flash on a car that more than stands out from the rest. idk how much helen knows about lamborghinis but this one does... not even seem to be on the charts. where did it come from. we just don't know. ] Am I driving, or are you? Because these bucket seats mean Helen's gonna have to take someone's lap. Or one of us is gonna be strapped to the roof.

[daredtobelieve]

[General knowledge idk ...cars?? Says 19 so I guess a fair amount. Enough for her to stop and stare and--

Oh, there's no backseat. Zarad's words reach her just as she realizes it herself and another really crap will save of 13 is not hiding another flush to her cheeks. Jfc dice.]

I'm afraid my hair would have a fit on the roof, but either of the other options? I can't said I would mind...

[well who would??]

[nothingsodivine]

[I'm sorry, Z. Were you saying something, because Des is lightly removing your hand from your pocket to retrieve your keys.] It's funny how you think that's a question you need to ask, babe. [he looks between helen and zarad for a moment, tongue in his cheek, as he considers saying something and... doesn't.] Let's ride.

[fornicator]

[ he laughs at that, and then opens up the passenger side and gets in, the seat pushed far enough back to accommodate those insanely long legs of his and leave plenty of space. he looks out the door at helen and raises an eyebrow. ] I'll try not to bite.

[daredtobelieve]

[She's grateful that she opted to wear jeans. Climbing in and out in a skirt would have been an adventure. But climb in she does, settling into his lap and trying not to be entirely tense about it.]

From what I've seen so far, I'm not entirely sure that's a promise you'll be so good at keeping.

[nothingsodivine]

He doesn't bite. [Des climbs into the driver's seat and runs his hands over the steering wheel all hello baby i missed you~.] Just keep an eye on his hands.

[he winks over at them and starts the engine. vroom vroom. And this is gonna be one smooth and sexy ride with his 25 drive check.]

[fornicator]

I don't know what you're on about. [ his teasing tone begs to differ however, and he casually leans one arm across the back of des' seat, the other one tucked around helen's waist. ] We're going to the Ritz, by the way.

[daredtobelieve]

[Helen's glad for a smooth ride. But she's acutely aware of every bump in the road and doing her best to keep still. She doesn't quite know what's happening here and after the wedding, she would need a very clear sign.

Because sitting in a mans lap is apparently not clear enough.

Blame des for that though. Helen just doesn't want to have a repeat of that night.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des is strangely zen and whether that is because he's driving the sex machine or because he's thinking remains to be seen. The whole time he keeps his eyes focused on the road, lost in some weird abyss of thought that's broken only when they arrive at the swanky hotel.

His boyfriend is a show-off.]

[fornicator]

[ takes this somewhere private~ ]